All the years combine, they melt into a dream,
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A broken angel sings from a guitar.
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In the end there's just a song comes cryin' up the night
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Thru all the broken dreams and vanished years.
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Stella blue. Stella blue.
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When all the cards are down, there's nothing left to see,
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There's just the pavement left and broken dreams.
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In the end there's still that song comes cryin' like the wind.
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Down every lonely street that's ever been
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Stella blue. Stella blue.
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I've stayed in every blue-light cheap hotel, can't win for trying.
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Dust off those rusty strings just one more time,
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Gonna make them shine, shine
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It all rolls into one and nothing comes for free,
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There's nothing you can hold, for very long.
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And when you hear that song come crying like the wind,
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It seems like all this life was just a dream.
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Stella blue. Stella blue.
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Stella Blue
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Grateful Dead |